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In the Rumbur Valley, North-west Frontier Province, Pakistan.
The Kalasha or Kalash, are a Dardic Indo-Aryan indigenous people residing in the Chitral District of Khyber-Pakhtunkhwa province of Pakistan. They speak the Kalasha language, from the Dardic family of the Indo-Aryan branch. They are considered unique among the peoples of Pakistan. They are also considered to be Pakistan's smallest ethnoreligious group, practising a religion which some scholars characterise as a form of animism, and other academics as "a form of ancient Hinduism".
The Kalash are considered to be an indigenous people of Asia, with their ancestors migrating to Afghanistan from a distant place in South Asia, which the Kalash call “Tsiyam” in their folk songs and epics. Some of the Kalash traditions consider the various Kalash people to have been migrants or refugees. They are also considered to have been either descendants of foreign people, Gandhari people and the Indians of eastern Afghanistan. Based on their shared genetic drift, it is considered that they may be an ancient drifted North Eurasian stock.
The Kalash of Chitral have maintained their own separate cultural traditions.
Beautiful long braids on a beautiful girl. I'm guessing that the fluffy white spots on her sweater are angora.
Flash stuff:
Key light: Large octabox above model.
Rim: Strobe with reflector & honeycomb grid behind model, camea left.
Background: 2 strobes in small soft boxes left & right behind model.
Model: Shannon
Styling: Photographer
Lighting: Profoto 600R with Creative Light gridded 30x120 softbox camera right and front. Profoto Acute B with gridded barn doors for hair light. Black cloth background. Metered with Sekonic 358 and fired with PocketWizard.
These are hair designs by Katje Sabin, Chicago IL. Please contact mamagotcha at gee mail dot com if you are interested in hiring Katje to braid or teach.
Reached Explore #407 on 7-16-07.... and #398 by 7-17 though I'm sure it wont' be there long! I find it odd that it hit Explore for the first time nearly a year after it was uploaded when it belonged to roughly ten different groups, over half of them designed to get views (which supposedly the Interestingness algorithm is supposed to count against you)
Braided Corona Star (Maria Sinayskaya)
squares, 8 units, no glue
The reverse looks the same way.
This star, "braided" on both sides.
Scraps of ribbon and yarn from my craft stash, none big enough to make anything significant, so I measured them out and braided them. All sorts of textures, weights, and fibers braided into one 6' scarf. It is quite warm too!
Can you identify any of the yarns? :)
This is the braid Arwen wore at Helm's Deep ... which you only see by watching the bonus materials, since they cut her out of that scene.
The aerial perspective reveals patterns unseen from the ground: serpentine streaks of turquoise, ashen deltas unraveling into silence, golden sediment swirling beneath cold blue streams.
This collection aims to highlight Iceland's paradoxical softness within its raw, rugged terrain. The story lies in the transitions—the dance between light and shadow, fluidity and form, erosion and creation.
And I've come to know the wish list of my father
I've come to know the shipwrecks where he's been
I've come to wish allow
Among the overdressed crowd
Come to witness now the sinking of this ship
Throwing pennies from the sea top next to it
And I've come to roam the forest
Past the village
With a dozen lazy horses in my cart
I've come here to get high
To do more than just get by
I've come to test the timber of my heart
Oh I've come to test the timber of my heart
And I've come
To be untroubled in my seeking
And I've come
To see that nothing is for not
I've come to reach out blind
To reach forward and behind
For the more I seek
The more I'm sought
Yea the more I seek
The more I'm sought
And I've come to meet the sheriff
And his posse
To offer him the broad side of my jaw
I've come here to get broke
And maybe bum a smoke
We'll go drinking two towns over after all
Oh we'll go drinking two towns over after all
And I've come to meet the legendary takers
I've only come to ask them for a lot
Aw they say I come with less
Than I should rightfully possess
I say: The more I buy
The more I'm bought
And the more I'm bought
The less I cost
And I've come
To take their servants and their surplus
And I've come
To take their rain coats and their speed
I've come to get my fill
To ransack and spill
I've come to take the harvest for the seed
I've come to take the harvest for the seed
And I've come to know the manger you sleep in
I've come to be the stranger that you keep
I've come from down the road
And my footsteps never slowed
Before we met I knew we'd meet
Before we met I knew we'd meet
And I've come here to ignore you cries and heartaches
I've come to closely listen to you sing
I've come here to insist
That I leave here with a kiss
I've come to say exactly what I mean
And I mean so many things
And you've come
To know me stubborn as a bitcher
And you've come
To know me thankless as a guest
But will you recognize my face
When god's awful grace
Strips me of my jacket and my vest
And reveals all the treasure in my chest.
my favorite song. period.
Suddenly I took out the scissors and showed you. I noticed how your breath stopped. I felt your fear. But your swollen fly said otherwise. I placed the braid between the sharp blades and ran it slowly down the length of my hair. You groaned, and I really liked it. But the time has come .. The blades slowly began to shrink at the very beginning of this beautiful, smooth braid .. Scary? Or exciting?
Up until about 10 minutes ago, I had a braid which was keeping my hair in check. It’s not very long but it’s silvery grey. Now I should be able to wash my hair more efficiently and thoroughly— it was a good idea at the time but the time had passed
My "misc to post to Flickr" folder has gotten quite large over the years so this week I will be posting a few dozen of those images. Some of them you may have seen another version of before, but most of them have never been seen and all of them have been digitally remastered.
“I met her at the Fruitvale Bart station. She had her hair braided and I asked her, ‘Why you got all that fake hair on your head?’ She told me it was real and she unbraided her hair and said, ‘I don’t let people touch my hair but I’ll let you touch it’. I put my hand in there and I didn’t feel no tracks, no sow in weaves, nothin. So I asked for her number and she said, ‘No, you give me your number’. But she didn’t call. 2 weeks later I ran into her again at the Bart station and said, ‘You didn’t call me! Can I have your number so I can call you?’ and she said ‘No. I lost your number but if you give me yours I’ll call you.’ 2 days later she called. We talked on the phone for like 6 months and she finally let me take her out. We became boyfriend and girlfriend but we lost contact for 4 years, I was still in the streets at the time. Then after 4 years I ran into her at the Fruitvale Bart station again. I asked her to be my girlfriend again, and she said, ‘No, but I’ll be your friend for life.’ Now every time I look at my wedding ring I know she kept her word, she’s really my friend for life.”
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